Not breathing is a moment given.
A miracle, I could not breath for five
minutes, as they skated into Eden,
Torvill, Dean, and Ravel revived,
in Bolero. Three people became one
unknowingly united, like an atom,
how our earth appears to the sun,
in creating we succumb.
A Russian dancer, Ida Rubinstein,
commissioned Ravel. He, gifted, wrote
this Spanish dance, designed blind
to British Torvill and Dean's remote
graceful flowing dance of love, ostinato
and melody, flying forever at Sarajevo.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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